Draconian Starseed

Lyrics for Draconian Starseed

"Well he's one of the most, interesting, people that I've ever met" Peace to Belarus, and Russian Federation I'd send compact discs if I had permission from the nation You gotta do the cooking by the book, can't be lazy War hawks bake their cakes, took explosives to our babies I don't see myself being a registered voter Better men had lead elections for better pederast or groper With death a never ending growth like dental work on gophers You're better off getting rid of bet increments for poker Foresee our show, foresee our glow Then please meet our pee-fart, neat art, PR show Oh to be indie darlings with Condé Nast playing ball For sure sucked a golf cart past a crazy straw Rappers who got their connections working them media rooms Typing for magazines, then their Wikipedias grew This industry I wouldn't bed with dicks from the bins at Yanhee For real, I figured it out how I can G Cause I like sounding like me, 'cause I like sounding like me I mean really Do you play socialite my little Draconian starseed? I mean Are you persistent? Let's do it, let's rock and roll Yea, we can take your test, we can take our time You can sell your soul to me for about a dime Rapping through my dysphonia you get hoarseness and antiformants Glad you think it's adorable, my vocal cords are going through torture Allows me to keep publicly toying with your extra late term abortion What you deem jocose just really leftfield from your usual portion Enter the paranormal, to get discredited as investigative journalist, I guess this is a way They started quoting Castello, the guy who leaked a screenshot from The 6th Day Op. Paperclip mentioned on the sixth page Vril-powered subterranean aliens like the SS claimed Do we truly need offshoots of the spooky those gruesome troops famed? Hey, it wasn't just Thule interested in a super race All the elites are into eugenics today Death of human entropy, taking your individualism away Don't approach the media droids as yourself They respect machines like themselves You'll get deemed aggressive, manic, a simp Cut clean, just stuff the bags quick She want to see the real magic Like Ghislaine, make the enemies laugh-sick Slapstick, a leading actress Magick Lucifer, light bearer, Prometheus, fire to man Without sin perceived you wouldn't be buying iPads I've heard every origin story known above and under the sand From Africa as birthplace of brownest man To aryans from drowned Atlantean land Every person will die But there's one more thing they'll do It's that every person will lie Arguing history is a fool's errand Not that if you do it you should be embarrassed At least they still let you look through the barracks One whiff of this they'll leave ya stiff like Ruth Marx, I mean Angela Bennett Suicide? I'd never commit it If they say I did it, it could've been mimicked Oh so syncretic, exopolitical, I know the existence If you're not into this, go'head, vet it pessimistic, pretentious It's all relative, I'll never beg for attention Never cared to be accepted, even by a relative, hella independence It's just me and no allegiances That's why ye won't see me as thee and feed the premiums This media is, essentially, fascist and theocratic The only reason people still believe in something Abrahamic A brand name, mountain of fanatics It's not about Frankists, Sabbateans, Jesuits or Catholics People just like the status The psyche of man is, you're either in to be managed By propagandists, by panic Pen cryptohistory for some team's advantage Or be attacked being a maverick "What I want to tell you all, is that there is no need to panic Do not panic It is not New Age mumbo-jumbo when we say that you do create your own reality"